Did anyone miss me? *sigh* I didn’t think so.

Just in case you were wondering, on an off chance mind, ‘cause someone somewhere in the world may have wondered where I was yesterday – someone other than the cat that is. And she only wanted me for my skill at opening tins of tuna and the living room window to let her in. For some alone reason she’s got it into her head that the window is her personal cat flap. It comes complete with its own Concierge, yes that’s right, yours truly. She sits on the window sill giving me the evils and I stop whatever I’m doing and let her in. She's a terrible tipper; just the odd dead mouse every now and again.

Anyway, I’ve drifted a bit yet again, I’ve been poooooorly sick. I woke up at 3.30 a.m. on Monday and decided that I didn’t fancy my Sunday dinner after all. I can honestly say that although I'd enjoyed it at the time, it left a lot to be desired the second time round – bucket anyone? Following the departure of my dinner I was then trampled on by a herd of passing wildebeests – or at least that's what it felt like. Every joint and muscle in my body ached and my head hurt.

I WAS POORLY.

I’m feeling better now.

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So what happened this weekend? Well, some bastard nicked the 3ft fence panels from down the side of the house in the early hours of Sunday morning for a start – Himself’s face was a picture and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, we should have been spitting, but it looked so funny. They’d only pinched the panels, the concrete post and gravel boards were still there – it was similar to the sun baked bones of a dead cow you see pictures of in the desert, it's concrete ribs sticking up skywards.

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And Saturday was spent walking across the Waseley Hill – the views were amazing. Or they were when I noticed them – I have already blamed certain people for the effect they’ve had on me. Yes, they know who they are. Changed me for life they have. My innocence has been spirited away and in it’s place there is now a dictionary.

There was a point in my life, in fact only twelve months ago, when after the trek to the top of said hills I'd have sat down gratefully on a bench and taken pleasure from the amazing views in front of me. Not any more I won't. Oh, no – those days have long gone. This time the only thing I noticed as I struggled to catch my breath was the spelling mistake on the bench.

The poor soul has been immortalised by bad spelling. And this from me - and I'm hardly Mrs Perfect - but it stood out like a sore thumb poking me in the eye. What have they done to me!

I did find a new gadget on photoshop this weekend – photomerge. I can now take a series of pictures and paste them together (except blogger isn't very keen on the idea and will only let me upload the smaller versions).

So......

Looking over Rubery and Birmingham, after I'd eventually dragged my eyes away from that bench.

And the sunset looking down the fields in the evening.

I haven't quite got the hang of smoothing the colours together yet - there is probably a button somewhere that I have to adjust. Maybe I should get a book out of the library and read up on it. Although it would no doubt be cheaper for me to just buy one, what with the amount of late fees I always end up paying.